The first time Jungkook saw Park Jimin, he was breathless—not just from his grueling swim laps, but from the way Jimin moved through the water like he was born in it. The senior was a legend on the swim team, his body sleek and powerful, every stroke cutting through the water with precision.

Jungkook had admired him from afar, convinced that his one-sided crush was just that—something he would keep buried beneath the surface, unnoticed and unspoken.

Except, apparently, he was wrong.

"Jeon Jungkook," Jimin’s voice was smooth as silk, but there was something sharp beneath it.

Jungkook froze, halfway through unzipping his swim jacket in the empty locker room. The rest of the team had already left, and he had stayed behind, trying to calm his nerves after their swim meet. He hadn’t expected Jimin to follow him.

"Y-Yeah?" Jungkook stammered, his hands gripping the fabric tighter.

Jimin leaned against the lockers, arms crossed over his toned chest, droplets of water still trailing down his bare shoulders. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and the sight made Jungkook’s throat go dry.

"You've been staring at me all season," Jimin said, tilting his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?"

Jungkook felt his heart plummet into his stomach.

“I—I wasn’t—”

Jimin took a step closer.

Jungkook instinctively backed up until his spine met the cool metal of the lockers, his pulse hammering in his ears.

"Don’t lie," Jimin whispered, eyes locked onto Jungkook’s. “You get all shy when I catch you looking. Your cheeks turn red when I talk to you. You think I don’t see the way you react to me?”

Jungkook swallowed hard, words failing him. He had tried so hard to hide it, convinced that Jimin would never see him that way. But here they were—alone, wet from the pool, and the heat between them far more suffocating than the humidity in the locker room.

Jimin took another step, so close now that Jungkook could feel the warmth of his skin. “If you wanted me so badly,” Jimin murmured, voice low and teasing, “you could’ve just said so.”

And then he closed the gap.

Jimin’s lips brushed against Jungkook’s softly at first, but when Jungkook gasped, his grip on reality slipping, Jimin deepened the kiss, pressing him firmly against the lockers. His hands slid up Jungkook’s sides, fingers teasing the bare skin just above his waistband.

Jungkook, overwhelmed and electrified, finally gave in. His hands found Jimin’s waist, pulling him closer, his body melting into the warmth of his senior. The locker room, the swim meet, the world outside—none of it mattered anymore.

When they finally broke apart, Jimin grinned, brushing his thumb over Jungkook’s bottom lip.

“Was that what you wanted?” he asked, voice husky.

Jungkook, still breathless, nodded, his hands still gripping Jimin’s waist as if afraid he’d disappear.

Jimin chuckled, leaning in again to press one last kiss against Jungkook’s jaw before whispering, “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

And just like that, Jungkook’s one-sided crush became something much, much more.

Jungkook could still feel the burn of Jimin’s lips against his own, even as he stood frozen in the dimly lit locker room. The scent of chlorine lingered in the humid air, mixing with the rush of adrenaline pounding in his chest. His brain was struggling to catch up with what had just happened.

Jimin—his senior, his longtime crush, the boy he had spent months admiring from afar—had kissed him. And not just any kiss. It was heated, intense, full of something Jungkook didn’t dare name just yet.

“Why did you do that?” Jungkook’s voice came out barely above a whisper.

Jimin, still close enough that Jungkook could feel his breath against his lips, smirked. “Because I wanted to.”

Jungkook swallowed, his fingers gripping the edge of the metal locker behind him. “You—you can’t just kiss me like that.”

“Why not?” Jimin tilted his head, his damp hair falling over his forehead. His voice was teasing, but there was something real in his eyes—something vulnerable. “Do you regret it?”

Jungkook bit his lip, his heart hammering. Did he regret it? Hell no. He had dreamed about this moment for so long, imagined what it would be like to have Jimin this close, to taste him, to feel his hands on his waist.

But he had never imagined it would actually happen.

Jimin watched him carefully, waiting. Jungkook knew he had a choice—to pretend this was just some fleeting moment, a post-competition high that meant nothing. Or to let himself have this, to step into the unknown with Jimin and see where it led.

He took a shaky breath. “No. I don’t regret it.”

Jimin’s smirk softened, and before Jungkook could overthink it, Jimin kissed him again. This time, Jungkook didn’t hesitate. He pulled Jimin closer, fingers curling into the damp fabric of his swim team jacket, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

It was different now—surer, no longer hesitant.

Jimin grinned against his lips before pulling away just enough to whisper, “Good. Because I’m not letting you go now.”

Jungkook’s breath hitched, and he could only nod, a slow smile spreading across his face.

Outside, the sound of their teammates laughing echoed down the halls, but in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Jimin was his, and he was Jimin’s.

And the best part? This was just the beginning.